Enforcer Manual
Chapter 598 - : The World Unknown to God_1

Chapter 598: 598 Chapter: The World Unknown to God_1

When Helifis’s vision cleared once again, she couldn’t help but gasp for air.

The intense light overhead made her instinctively shield her eyes with her arm, and at that moment, her entire body felt as if it had fallen apart, the stench of decay and ruin infiltrating her nostrils.

She was lying on a table, as if radiation was seeping into her skin, and the exit to escape this place was a good dozen meters above her—a distance insurmountable for a child under ten years old.

Helifis quickly realized her predicament.

She and her friends had left the town to explore an outpost when suddenly someone pushed her from behind.

When she woke up again, she was in this place.

But...

What exactly had happened during that time?

She felt like she had had a long dream, in which she founded the Lunar Eclipse Sect and became the Archbishop of the Third Neutral Country; she also dreamt of a ceremony called the "Festival of the End," and at the climax of that grand ritual, a strong consciousness invaded her brain, and her body began to swell rapidly, turning into a monstrosity unrecognizable even to herself.

But immediately after, Helifis knew that it was not a dream.

Because she "foresaw" the events to come—at the same time she felt something at her feet, she pulled her legs onto the table. Touching her calf was a highly decomposed corpse, dressed in a military uniform from a century ago, who had hidden in the outpost before the nuclear bombs fell.

Helifis curled up on the table, and this time, there was no panic in her eyes. She looked at the half-remaining body and the rotting head, whose features were no longer distinguishable, and her heart was filled with anticipation.

A moment later, with a quiet "snap," the mutant below the table ceased to move.

A man dressed in a black suit, carrying a briefcase, kicked the mutant aside and straightened his tie.

The man claimed to be a regular office worker.

"But a regular office worker wouldn’t be found in this place, would he?"

Helifis looked up at the man.

The direction this conversation took was different from her memory, making her realize her current situation. She asked, "Is this the dream, or perhaps the afterlife?"

The Lunar Eclipse Sect and the Festival of the End were all real, and these were among the few memories she retained.

"No."

The man shook his head. "You are not dead yet."

"Then why am I here?"

"Because you forgot something important, you had to come back here to remember that most crucial thing."

"Hmm?"

Helifis was somewhat bewildered.

"What did I tell you the last time we met?"

"You said you were not a Deity, just an office worker who happened to pass by."

That was something only a child under ten would believe. But now things were different. She had been through so much, becoming the Archbishop of the Lunar Eclipse Sect, where believers said nothing could deceive the Archbishop’s insight, "That was a lie to me."

"I didn’t lie to you."

The man shook his head again. "This might just be a coincidence of fate."

"Fate?"

Helifis furrowed her brow, as she suddenly remembered the rest of their conversation, which had been a young girl’s question to the man who had saved her.

With that thought, a smile suddenly appeared on her face. "Then, will we meet again?"

She posed the same question once more because she suddenly realized that perhaps the figure she saw at the end of the ritual was not a hallucination. This office worker, who had come from who knows where, had kept their appointed meeting.

"When you fall into danger again, perhaps fate will arrange for us to meet once more."

This was the man’s last promise to her.

"If you have enough conviction, fate will ensure that we meet again."

..................

"Huff—!"

The scorching heat of the sand yanked Helifis back to reality; she jolted upright and found herself still in this desolate and barren world.

All flesh-and-blood creations had vanished without a trace, and those intense consciousnesses had been expelled from her brain, allowing Helifis to see the world as it truly was for the first time—for instance, the commander of the First Army Corp of the Barrosa Group had not turned into an Aberration; he currently sat on the scorching sand clad in obsidian-gold exoskeletal armor, looking forlorn.

He too had survived the ritual and seemed to have undergone a process similar to her own.

"Where did that man go?"

Helifis looked around anxiously and asked.

"I don’t know."

The mechanical synthetic voice masked his emotions well, allowing him to temporarily maintain a heartless facade. He had repeatedly pondered his identity as a salaried worker but ultimately learned nothing; he was as if born from Nothingness, yet he existed for real.

And moreover, he had fulfilled the promise of the past.

"Take me away from here; I have more important work to attend to."

After a long while, the commander of the First Army Corp stood up and said.

The war was far from over; they had merely shrugged off the brands left in their bodies by the upper consciousnesses, but those entities from the upper world were still spying on this world from some unknown place.

Perhaps, the next time, fate would not bring the other to their side again.

...

"To replace one consciousness brand with another."

While walking away from the "mine pit," the muttering once again surfaced in Song Lan’s deep thoughts, tinged with the anger over the Destruction of the ritual, "It’s meaningless to do so; they are still puppets being manipulated by fate, and you’ve simply changed who’s pulling the strings. There’s no difference between you and me."

"You’re right."

Song Lan responded to the muttering.

And by saying so, he showed that his understanding of "fate" had not deviated. When he planted an idea deep within the consciousnesses of Helifis and the First Army Corp commander, their "fate" also changed as a result. It was designed to prevent the consciousness aggregate’s brand from transforming them into Aberration constructs again.

However, even he didn’t know where the altered fate would lead.

"You will reap what you sow; you will certainly reap what you sow!"

The consciousness aggregate seemed to not expect Song Lan to agree with its view. This calm demeanor only angered it more; in its eyes, this was tantamount to fighting over a toy it had snatched away.

The muttering in his mind became frenzied and enraged, suddenly it was as if thousands of voices were repeating the same sentence to him.

"Alright."

Song Lan’s attitude was as consistent as ever, "Then come and strike me down."

...

And then, all that endless muttering stopped at once.

Everything returned to silence.

Only the sounds of his own and Lu Xiang’s footsteps under the night sky remained.